Neo gripped Cid's arm with unyielding strength, the corrupt official's wrist twisting painfully in his hold.
The village square had fallen into a heavy silence, broken only by the old man's wheezing protests.
Villagers stood in a loose circle, their faces a mix of shock and quiet approval.
No one stepped forward to defend him.
"This man has bled you dry for years," Neo said, his voice steady and clear, carrying across the square.
"Using his position in the tax guild to line his own pockets, extorting families, turning a blind eye to suffering while he feasted. You all know it. And not one of you objected because fear kept you quiet."
Heads nodded. A few muttered agreements rippled through the crowd.
Cid's face paled, sweat beading on his wrinkled brow as he struggled weakly.
Neo's gaze swept over them, calm authority mixed with something deeper, genuine care.
He wasn't here for power or glory.
These people had taken him in when he had nothing.
Protecting them felt right.
'They deserve better than this parasite feeding on their fear.'
"Since this is the case," Neo continued, "I will execute him here and now for his deeds."
A woman's voice cut through the air.
"Stop!"
Neo recognized it instantly, Freya, the village chief's wife.
She pushed through the crowd, her expression tight with urgency.
"We will be the ones to determine his fate. Not an outsider, no matter how strong you are."
Neo shook his head, frustration simmering beneath his controlled tone.
"This man has worked his corruption for a long time, and you did nothing."
He raised his voice, letting the enhanced strength of ten men resonate in his words without shouting.
"I will be the one holding justice."
The declaration hung in the air, heavy with quiet strength.
It wasn't arrogance; it was the raw sense of right and wrong that had driven him since arriving in this world.
Freya met his eyes and couldn't immediately refute him.
Deep down, she knew he was right, it had been her oversight, her family's blind spot, letting someone like Cid fester for years.
But she couldn't let this happen so publicly.
If Neo executed Cid like this, the villagers might start seeing him as the new authority.
Her family's foothold would crumble.
She stepped closer, voice low but firm.
"How about we solve this with a duel? If we win, we take Cid and judge him ourselves. If you win… you may execute him right here."
Neo considered it for a moment, then nodded.
His eyes flicked to El standing nearby.
"You mean him?"
Freya shook her head.
She walked forward slowly, deliberately.
"No."
Her gaze locked on his.
"Fight me."
Neo's eyes widened.
'Freya? She never struck me as the combat type.'
But the memory flooded back unbidden, those powerful, silky thighs wrapped tight around his waist, squeezing with trained strength as he drove into her.
Heat stirred low in his belly even now.
She moved with purpose in her usual outfit: a short leather skirt that barely contained her wide, swaying hips and thick, powerful thighs, paired with a white shirt stretched taut over her massive breasts.
The deep cleavage spilled invitingly, the fabric straining with every step, her heavy assets jiggling softly.
The air between them thickened with unresolved tension from their previous encounter, a magnetic pull neither could ignore.
Freya drew two knives from her back, crossing them with a sharp metallic ring.
"Let's fight. Now."
She lunged.
Neo drew his sword in a smooth motion, meeting her attack.
Steel clashed.
She deflected his blade with surprising skill, unable to match the raw force behind it but redirecting it to the side, hunting for openings.
Their bodies moved in a heated, intimate dance, close enough that her scent, sweat and leather and something uniquely her, filled his lungs with every clash.
Sweat glistened on her exposed skin, tracing paths down her cleavage.
She tired faster than expected.
With a final, desperate cry, Freya poured everything into one last attack.
Neo had already dismissed his sword into his inventory.
Moving with the blinding speed of ten men, he seized both her wrists in an iron grip.
Freya closed her eyes in fear, bracing for the headbutt she remembered him using on her son El.
But it never came.
Instead, Neo leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
"Please surrender."
She realized the position, helpless in his hold, bodies pressed close, and sighed.
"I surrender."
His grip remained firm but gentle.
He whispered again, only for her.
"I know acting like this threatens your family's position. Rest assured, after I kill Cid, I have no intention of becoming village chief."
Freya looked up at him with fresh appreciation.
Guilt twisted in her chest, she had fought him when she secretly agreed with his justice.
She had wanted to end Cid herself for years.
A small smile touched her lips.
"Thank you."
As Neo relaxed his guard, she surprised him by stepping behind and hugging him tightly.
Her soft, heavy breasts pressed firmly into his back, nipples hard points through the thin fabric as she rubbed subtly against him.
"Come charge me tonight," she murmured, voice husky with promise.
Of course she had lied about needing it, her class was nearly eighty percent charged, but he would never know.
Nighttime, when her son and daughter slept, would be perfect.
The sexual tension crackled between them; she craved his massive cock stretching her again, filling every inch.
Neo nodded.
"I'll come."
He turned and walked toward Cid, who still knelt where he had left him.
The old man looked ready to piss himself.
Beating El was one thing, but defeating Freya? That put Neo on the level of the village chief himself.
Doom.
Cid rubbed his hands together frantically, mind racing.
Then his eyes lit with desperate cunning.
"I wouldn't come near Carla again. I swear it!"
Neo saw the lie plain in his shifty gaze.
A man who had threatened her family for years? Trust was impossible.
Slowly, Neo lifted Cid by the throat.
The man choked, legs kicking uselessly.
"Carla!" Neo called, eyes finding her in the crowd.
"You see this? This is your greatest fear, and I'm ridding you of it. Don't lose hope."
His grip tightened.
Cid slapped desperately at his arm, but Neo's strength was overwhelming.
With a final, sickening crunch, Cid went limp.
Neo's eyes stayed gentle when they met Carla's, silently promising safety and a new beginning.
The square erupted in cheers.
Neo raised his voice once more.
"I have no plans to become village chief. I only want to protect people and do what's right."
Applause thundered.
Without a word, Carla came running.
She grabbed his hand.
"I need to tell you something."
She pulled him along, power-walking urgently until they reached the bar.
Finding it empty, she tugged him into the backroom storage area, the door clicking shut behind them.
Carla kissed him fiercely, tongue sliding against his with desperate hunger.
"Thank you," she gasped between kisses.
"I lived in fear of that man for fifteen years. He never took his eyes off me for even a day."
Neo brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"It's okay, "
She shook her head.
"No. I need to repay you."
Carla guided him to sit on a sturdy crate.
With trembling but eager hands, she pulled his pants down.
His thick cock sprang free, already swelling under her gaze.
She rubbed his powerful thigh, then massaged his heavy length, stroking the veiny shaft until it stood proud at nine inches, thick, pulsing, the swollen head glistening with precum.
Her small, soft palms explored every ridge and vein with shy fascination, feeling it throb hotter and harder.
She remembered her conversation with GG: men were most sensitive when you sucked them while looking into their eyes.
It would reveal everything.
Carla cupped her own flushed cheeks.
'Let's do it. You got this.'
She dropped to her knees between his spread legs, pretty face glowing with determination and lust.
Leaning in, her hot breath teased the swollen head before she wrapped her warm, wet mouth around him, sucking gently while gazing up into his eyes with pure adoration and growing confidence.
The wet sounds of her eager blowjob echoed softly as she took more of his massive cock, determined to make him feel as good as he made her feel safe.